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Today we have a snippet from ‘Fade In – A Tales of Bryant Romance’, one of my two current MM romance projects. Our word prompt today is “Guard” and this snippet finds Caiden and Devon sharing that first awkward moment of a morning after.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
Great. The damn call had been lost.
I looked up from my phone to the man in the mirror. It was me, but a sexed-out version of me and that sexed-out part of me was the major issue. I’d just fucked Caiden Dell. My friend Isamu’s boss and owner of Budgie in the Dell Films. A man I’d met just today. Well, I guess it was yesterday now since it was today. Not that the time particulars mattered…
Now I was hiding in his cavernous bathroom making guarded phone calls to someone who was on their honeymoon. What kind of loser did something like that? As if Isamu gave two shits about my questionable morals and choices. He was off being married to Brian Gilles, the man who had broken a thousand male hearts when he’d said ‘I Do’ less than twenty-four hours ago. I glanced down at my cell, wondering if I should just call an Uber and make the dash of shame. There would be no walking. Nope, it would be a sprint. Devon was probably sleeping it off, it being the champagne and the sex. Christ but it had been incredible sex. His ass was so—
“Everything okay?” Caiden’s voice right behind me startled me. I fumbled my phone, catching it just before it hit the gray marble sink. My gaze flew to the mirror. Yes, fuck, he was still as gorgeous as he had been when I’d slipped from his side. He was shorter than me, by about four inches, but what he lacked in height he more than made up for in personality, drive, and pure talent. Oh, and looks. The man was jaw-droppingly hot. And I was staring, open-mouthed, grasping my phone like a lifeline. “You’ve been in here for twenty minutes talking to Isamu and then yourself.”
I lowered my sight, turned, and found his bare feet. Nice feet. Neatly tended. A recent pedicure obviously given how the nails were buffed to a nice shine. I wished I had clothes on.
Copyright 2019 ©by V.L. Locey
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